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Hey Mister___Hey Mister I really like your daughter,I'd like to eat her like ice creammaybe dip her in chocolateHey Mister on your way overin your Volvo, suit, and tieWell, be crawling in your bed soonmessing around, maybe getting highIt's not what ya did,It's not what ya didn'tGod gave her a perfect bodyand now I'm all up in it.It's not she's a tramp.It's not she's not pure.She just likes getting her ***** on,and its good for that I'm sureHey Mister I really like your daughter.When I'm horny like thirstyShe's a bottle of water.Hey Mister how'd it get so badYou raised her so welland now she's calling me dadin the back seat ***** of a new Volkswagenthe perfect little gift for high school graduation.It's not what ya did,It's not what ya didn'tGod gave her a perfect bodyand now I'm all up in it.It's not she's a tramp.It's not she's not pure.She just likes getting her ***** on,and its good for that I'm sureNana na nana na,Nana na nana na,Nana na nana na,ha hahaha ha ha hahai eat all the food in your fridgecall my friends around the worldrack up your long distance dobreakstands neutral dropswreck all your carsdrink all the booze in your cheezy ass wet barorder stuff on your credit cardsleave boogers in the skippy jarsmoke your cigarsanswer the phone tell your boss you moved to marswhen you call in late from work tell your wifeyou're at the titty barsIt's not what ya did,It's not what ya didn'tGod gave her a perfect bodyand now I'm all up in it.It's not she's a tramp.It's not she's not pure.She just likes getting her ***** on,and its good for that I'm surei can't lie i have to tell the truthman to man misterit's all a total spoofyour daughter's a freakyour daughter's a prowhen i'm done with hershe'll do one of your brosI hope I'll never have a daughterI hope I'll never have a daughterI hope I'll never have a daughterI hope I'll never have a daughterNana na nana na,Nana na nana na,Nana na nana na,Nana na nana naaaaaaaa
